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14

Randy woke up early. The sun was just beginning to rise. He felt rested and at peace as he realized he had a naked boy under each of his arms. He held them close for a while, sniffing fresh boy fragrance. Then Jeffy, still asleep, began to suck on one of his furry man tits. The sheriff had never felt that sensation before and it was pretty indescribable. He could still feel the crusted cum on his tummy and in his crotch from his meat-beating session the night before. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the shocked look on Aunt Flea's face when she saw him naked, trying to cover his big dick with a pillow. He chuckled also as he remembered the self-righteous bitch Tara Bedford chiding him for allowing nudity in the home. He felt both the naked boys' soft little uncut willies against his legs. He was happy to have a new friend who seemed to understand him and who shared his interests. He also had the mayor of the town in his pocket, a handsome teen boy captive in his jail and plenty of dirt to use on the coach at the popular high school football coach and his teen son and daughter.

"Suck on that titty, boy" he whispered as the still-sleeping boy with his wet, warm mouth continued. Jeffy moved his hand down to the sheriff's thick, dark bush. Jeffy moved his head down just a little and began to lick the thick brown hair in the sheriff's pit, plastering it to his body with his precious, wet tongue.

"I'd like to play with you, boy, but it's a school day for you and a work day for me" he said softly to no one in particular.

He eased carefully out of the bed, not waking the two sleeping boys. He went into the bathroom and washed up, brushing his teeth and shaving. He reminded himself to tell his deputy to get a plumber to his house to install a shower as soon as he finished the one at the court house. He put on his bathrobe and went downstairs to get some coffee. He smelled it brewing as he went into the kitchen where Aunt Flea was fixing eggs and bacon while Tara Bedford sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of coffee.

"Well I see the nosy bitches are up bright and early" he said with a smile on his face.

Tara glared at him, the dislike between the two palpable.

"Still not dressed, sheriff" she asked. "Do none of you except Flea wear clothes in this house."

"What we do or don't wear in this house is none of your business, woman" he said as he poured his coffee.

"Randy, I hope you're in a better mood today" Aunt Flea said in her usual singsong voice as if the events of the night before had never happened. "You simply must refrain from using all those naughty words. It just isn't fitting or seemly in a good home."

"What were you doing sleeping in my Aunt's bedroom last night, you nosy old bitch?" he asked Tara.

Aunt Flea almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the question.

"We were baking late into the night for the Founder's Day Bake Sale and I told her it was too late to go home." Aunt Flea said. "I invited her to spend the night here.

"We have a guest room, you know" he said. "She didn't have to sleep in your bed. That hardly seems fittin' to me"

"Oh, Randy, don't be silly" Aunt Flea chided. "Tara said she didn't mind sharing. It would have meant washing all the linens and a lot of time if she'd used the guest room."

Tara sat quietly, smiling at Randy.

"I know that Flea is trying to raise that boy to have manners and to be a good Christian like my boys are, but it's gonna be hard if you're letting him run naked like something in one of the third world countries in Africa and if you keep using all those nasty, nasty words in front of the boy.."

"You listen to me, Miss meddling bitch," the sheriff said. "What my boy and his friends and me do in our house is none of your fucking business. If we decide to run around naked or put rings in our noses and bones in our ears it is our own business. It is none of your motherfuckin' business so you need not concern yourself with it. Mind your own business and I'm sure your faggy sons feel the same way."

With that, Randy dropped his robe into the floor, shook his thick dick at the woman and walked out, still drinking his coffee.

"Flea, how do you put up with that awful behavior?" Tara asked.

"Oh, it's nothing" Flea said. ""He just needs a wife to settle him down" she said. "He's been single too long but he's intent on raising his boy and he just ain't had the time to find a wife. Things will change when he does that. I'm hoping Miss Nellie down at the pharmacy may be the one. She's a very pretty little thing and the Walker family is one of the oldest and best families in town."

"Not older or better or richer than the Bedford name, of course. But I hope you're right" she said. "I've never seen such behavior. You really think Miss Nellie may be wife material for the sheriff? I had heard he might be interested in Dopie's teacher, Helen Frump."

"Either of them would be good wife material for Randy" Aunt Flea said. "He'll straighten up and settle down soon enough. He's just a man."

"That's part of the problem, Flea" Tara sniffed. "As we've discussed before, when a man is married, he becomes accustomed to certain pleasures regularly. If those, ummm, pleasures are not available to him, even a good man can be tempted beyond his control and force himself on innocent and unsuspecting girls and women. I am mortified to think it, but he could even turn those untoward attentions on you or me. "

"Oh dear, I hope that won't happen" Flea said as she wiped off the table top.

When Randy walked into his bedroom, he found the boys awake. Both were still naked and spooning in the middle of the big bed.

"Good morning, boys" he said cheerily. "Did you both sleep okay?"

"I sure did, paw," Dopie said. "Me and Jeffy both like sleepin' naked. It was my first time but Jeffy says his paw and his brother let him do it when their maw ain't around. Can I do it again sometime?" he asked.

"You bet, son" he said. "You can sleep naked any time you want to in this house now" he said. "The rules around here are changin'. Jeffy, you like sleepin'naked with your paw and your brother?"

"Yes sir, sheriff," the boy answered. "I sleep naked with my brother a lot but not as much with my paw. I sure do like it though when I get to."

"What is it you like about being naked with your paw?" he asked.

"I like playing in his thick hair over his willy" the boy said. "It's thick like yours except his is red like my brother's. It's as red as Dopie's hair on his head. It's real thick and his willy is big but it looks different than my brother's. "

"What's different about your brother's from your paw's?" the sheriff asked.

"Paw's got skin on the end of his, like you and Dopie and me. My brother ain't got that. He said some doctor cut the end of his off. I think it probably hurt a lot but he don't remember."

"Why did they do that to your brother and not to you?" he asked.

"I ain't sure, but paw says he was out of town when my brother was born and my mama had my brother cut. My paw didn't like it but there wasn't nothin' he could do. It ain't nothin' to me. I still love my big brother and I like his cock too, even if it's different from mine.

Randy didn't know many men or boys with cut cocks. He had never really seen one up close, but he found it interesting. It made him more excited to talk with Jeffy's brother, his paw and even his sister.

"You boys run on down and get your breakfast, then hurry back up to get washed up and brush your teeth. You can't be late for school. I'll drop both of you off on my way to work" he told them.

"Can we run the siren, paw?" Dopie asked.

"Yeah, son, I reckon we can run it a little bit" his father said with a smile.

Both naked boys took off down the stairs. Randy began to get dressed and was in his boxers and socks when Tara Bedford pushed his door open and came into his room.

"Sheriff, I am very disappointed in you" she started. "It appears you are raising your son as a heathen, allowing him to run wild and naked. That is unacceptable behavior and you should know it. You ought to know better."

"Mrs. Bedford," the sheriff said quietly, "what goes on in my home is my business and no one else's. That goes for you, you nosy, meddling bitch. If you want to talk about corruption, you need look no further than what you are doing with my aunt. She has always been a good woman and you are turning her into a carpet-munching dyke like yourself. If you think I don't see what you're doing, you're the fool in this room."

"Why, I never heard such" she said.

"You never heard it cause you never listened" he said. "Everbody in this town talks about how you love eating puss. You were best friends with the woman softball coach at the school till she left town after she got caught doing stuff with her players. You also broke up the marriage of the young choir director over at the church. She ended up having to leave him in shame cause of what she was doing with you. You may not realize it but the people in town know exactly who and what you are, you vile bitch!"

"Indeed" she laughed. "My family has been in this town since its very foundng. We enjoy one of the finest reputations of any family in this state. We have given more money to charities than any family in this town and the Bedford name is on buildings throughout this town. If you think you and some of your heathen friends can besmirch that with your ugly talk, you are far, far wrong. I will bury you in the brown dirt of Gayberry.'

"Just try it, bitch," he shouted, guiding her out the door and slamming it behind her.

He was humming as he continued to dress in his fresh uniform. He added a touch of Old Spice. He was planning to play with young Jimmy's head today and possibly to seduce the lad and take his cherry before bedtime tonight.

He heard the boys in the bathroom washing up and brushing their teeth, then as they got ready for school. He went in and they were all ready for school. They grabbed their bookbags and headed out. They stopped in the kitchen to let Aunt Flea know they were leaving. Tara sat silently, not even looking at the sheriff.

"I hope that cunty bitch is gone when I get home tonight" the sheriff said.

"Randy, go on" Aunt Flea said. "Don't be a meanie. And please be careful with your language."

They left and the sheriff drove the boys to school. As he was dropping them off, he ran into William, who was dropping off Billy Paul.

"Good morning, sheriff!" he said. "I have some time today and was thinking we might drop in to say `hello' to Coach Thomas if you have the time."

"My time is my own, friend" he said. "Let's drop in on the coach."

After stopping in the office and learning the coach had a planning period first thing in the morning, Randy dropped in to see the principal. Mr. Whaley was a single man who had just taken over the position. He was a handsome man, prematurely balding. He appeared well-built and he had seemed friendly on the few occasions the sheriff had met him. The sheriff understood that Principal Whaley also coached the track team.

"Good morning, sheriff," he said. "What brings you to the high school this fine morning?"

""Me and my friend William was just droppin' off our boys" he said. "We thought we might drop in and see Coach Thomas for a minute. His younger son spent the night at our house last night."

"Ah yes," he said. "Marv told me that. He tells me your son and Jeffy are very tight friends. He also said that the boys had gotten into a bit of a scuffle at your house and you had meted out some pretty harsh punishment. I think he felt it was a bit severe at first but after we talked, he seemed to calm down."

"Ah, so you know the coach quite well?" the sheriff asked.

"Oh yes" he said. "We knew each other down in Charlotte before we moved here. He helped me find a home for me and my son when we moved here."

"You have a son?" William asked. "I thought you were a single man."

"I am single" he said. "It's a very long story which we don't have time for right now."

"How old is your son?" William asked.

"He's a year older than Jeffy and Dopie" the man said. "He and Jeffy are quite good friends and he looks up to the coach's older son, Mark, and the coach. I say he looks up, but he's near about as tall as the older boy. He had a growth spurt during the summer and grew just shy of 5 inches."

"I look forward to meeting your son, Principal Whaley" the sheriff said. "I'm surprised I ain't met your son, principal. I know most of my boy's friends. What was his name?"

"My son's name is Walter but he prefers being called Walt" the man explained. "I don't let him out from around the house much. He and I are best friends. Since I knew the coach from Charlotte, I have let them play together a few times."

"You think that's healthy, principal, I mean, keepin' your boy from having friends?"

"Sheriff, with all due respect, I don't think I need advice on raising my son" he said. "I am an educated man with degrees in both physical education and education administration. I think I am capable of making decisions on what is rest for my son. You gentlemen have a good morning and tell Marv I'll see him at lunch" the principal said.

As they were leaving, Randy saw a handsome, red-haired young man who looked a lot like Coach Thomas in the hallway. The sheriff walked up to the boy.

"Aren't you Mark Thomas, the coach's older son?" the sheriff asked."You may not remember me but I'm Sheriff Gaylor. Your little brother is my son's friend and I brought him home to your house the other day.

"Yes, sir, Sheriff Gaylor," the young man said, extending his hand to shake. "I remember very well, sir."

They shook hands.

"Son, could you walk outside with me for a moment please?" the sheriff asked.

The sheriff took the boy by the arm and escorted him out of the building.

"Sheriff, have I done anything wrong?" the boy asked, an alarmed look on his face.

Randy paused a moment before answering. He noticed a bit of sweat on the boy's handsome forehead.

"I don't know, Mark" the sheriff said quietly. "Have you done anything wrong?"

The boy was suddenly very nervous. Randy could smell the fear coming off the boy.

"Is there anything you need to tell me, son?" the sheriff asked. "Anything you need to get off your chest?"

"No sir," he said. "Nothing at all."

"Do you know Jimmy Dawson?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy answered, a look of relief on his face. "Jimmy's one of my best friends. We're on the track team and he's one of the stars, even though he's only a sophomore. I'm a junior and he's giving me some challenges."

"So you boys are good friends?" he asked.

"Yes, sheriff" he said. "I'd say we're very good friends."

"Have you heard any rumors since he wasn't at school yesterday?" the sheriff asked.

"There are always rumors around here" the boy said. "Like in any small town. My dad says we shouldn't listen to rumors."

"Your dad says that?" the sheriff said. "You and your paw pretty close?" he asked.

The boy started to sweat again.

"Anything you want to tell me about your paw?" he asked.

"Just how close are you and your paw?" William asked.

The boy was really sweating now. He began to show a dark circle on his shirt under his arm.

"Why are you asking me about my paw?" he asked. "Me and my paw ain't none of your damned business. You got no right prying your nose into my family."

"I got ever' right to ask questions of anybody I please in this town if I suspect anything wrong might be goin' on!" the sheriff said angrily. "And you cuss me one more time and I'll take you straight to jail and slap that tight little ass of yours in a cell beside your buddy, Jimmy."

Wait, sheriff" he said. "Jimmy's in jail?" he asked. "I been tryin' to call him but his folks won't tell me a thing. What's he in jail for?"

"He's suspected in a rape" the sheriff told him. "And I'll be investigating all of his friends and some of their families as well. And if you don't want to talk to me, I can take you in as well."

"I'll talk to you" he said. "Just don't bother my paw. He ain't done nothin'. I don't want him to know I'm even talkin' to you. He won't be happy if he finds out I been talkin' to you without him around."

"Is your paw afraid you'll rat about him and you and your sister?" the sheriff asked.

"How did you know? I mean, there ain't nothin' goin' on with me or paw or my sister" the boy said.

The boy's eyes were getting teary and the circles under his arms were obvious now.

"Calm down, son," the sheriff said. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that we know a lot. If you want to protect your paw, you'll keep your mouth shut the rest of the day and be at the court house the minute school is out. You can see your friend Jimmy and you can answer some real easy questions. If you decide to go blab to your paw, you won't be happy with what happens. You need to know your friend may be going away to the prison up in Statesville for many years. It ain't hard to imagine others could be joinin' him. Me and my assistant here will be hangin' around the school all day and if we see you talkin' to your paw, we'll arrest the both of you and take you straight to jail."

"I'll be there, sheriff" he said. Right after school. I'll come straight there."

"See that you do that, Mark" William said.

As they were finishing their chat, the mayor and Jenny walked up. The girl looked rough, as might be expected, given what she had been through. She ran up to Mark and embraced him. The girl leaned in close to the boy, obviously flirting with him.

"You've heard about Jimmy?" she asked.

"Sure did" he answered. "The sheriff just told me he's in jail. He's gonna let me see him after school. Is he okay?"

"I don't know, I thought I saw him last night but I guess I just dreamed it. I had a lot of bad dreams last night about the devil and some doctors and Jimmy. My daddy says it was all just a nightmare. But it seemed so real. I don't know. I better get on to class."

The boy hugged her again as she took off with him to class.

"That girl had a rough night trying to explain things to her momma" the mayor laughed. "Doctors and devils dancin' around and touchin' her pussy and seeing her boyfriend suckin' dick. Her mama was disgusted that she even knew about all this stuff."

They all enjoyed a shared laugh.

"That girl is grounded until after the Miss Gayberry Pageant. Her momma ain't lettin' her see her friends. She's instructed to come straight to my office after school so I can keep an eye on her at all times. That's great because by the time that pageant's over, she'll be on the pill and can fuck as much as she wants and not get knocked up. Not that she'll be wanting to fuck. I expect she'll want to remain a virgin until she gives herself in marriage. But just in case, you know.""

"If you want to bring her by to tease and torment her boyfriend, feel free to do so" the sheriff said. "Or if you have something important going on and need a babysitter, feel free to leave her with me. You know I won't let that cherry get taken until her daddy's good and ready."

"I certainly appreciate that, sheriff" the man said.

"I been meanin' to ask you something" the sheriff said. "Does your wife have enough to do now that all your girls are in school? If not, you might want to encourage her to join my Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford. They're bakin' over at my house every day for the Founders Day celebration. I know they'd welcome her company and her help."

"I'd love to find something to get her out of that house, sheriff," he said. "I will certainly encourage her to call on your aunt today. You know I'm not a great fan of Mrs. Bedford. There's too much talk about her but I know your aunt to be a woman of impeccable character. You wouldn't allow her in your home otherwise."

"You know, Mr. Mayor, if it were true about Mrs. Bedford really liking to eat the puss, it might just loosen your wife up a little and she might even respond to you better" the sheriff said.

"I hadn't thought of that, but it's certainly worth at try" he said. "Makes my dick hard to think about that woman going down on my wife. She ain't ever had that done to her and if she ever did, I think she'd never want to stop. It's worth a try."

"Who knows, mayor, enough encouragement and your wife might even beg you to put another baby in her belly" the sheriff said. "You could end up having a son you've always wanted."

"I doubt that, sheriff, but it's sure something to wish for" he said as they said their goodbyes.

They found Coach Thomas in his office in the field house. He was alone and he greeted the sheriff warmly. He was introduced to William, the sheriff introducing him as a physical trainer. He was a tall man at 6'6" with bright red hair, the color of the sheriff's son.

"I hope my son behaved well at your home last night" the coach said. "I again apologize for his behavior the previous day but you know how boys will be boys. I very much appreciate your help with disciplining him."

"Any time I can be of help" the sheriff said. "I take my position in this town very seriously. If I can help set a boy on the straight and narrow path I am glad to do so. Speaking of that, coach, there are some disturbing rumors going around this town. I tend not to listen to gossip but there is a lot of talk and we both know that where there is smoke, there is often fire."

"I couldn't agree more, sheriff," the coach said. "I am not in touch with the talk in town so I haven''t heard about it. I try to just keep me and my family stra8ght and not worry about anybody else's business too much."

"That is the disturbing thing about the talk" the sheriff said. "It concerns families and what may be going on behind closed doors in some Gayberry homes."

The coach looked a bit uneasy at this news.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about" the coach said, taking a towel and wiping his forehead.

"Are you feeling warm, coach" the sheriff asked. "It feels perfectly comfortable in here to me. Coach, the rumbling about this matter is getting louder by the day. At the risk of being blunt, there's talk that there's some daddies fucking with their own kids."

The coach was really sweating now. His forehead was wet with sweat and circles were appearing under his gray athletic shirt.

"If you would keep your ear to the ground on this, I'd appreciate it very much" the sheriff said. "You know that any father caught doing sex stuff with his own sons or daughters could end up in prison up in Statesville. That ain't a pretty place and I can't imagine anybody would want to go there. You know what I mean, coach?"

"I think I do, sheriff" he said. "I will certainly listen out for any talk I might hear and will contact you immediately if I hear a word."

"Thank you, coach" the sheriff said. "By the way, my friend William here would be very interested in volunteering to help out with the physical training of your athletes. I can vouch for his knowledge and his reputation. He thinks physical examinations would be a good idea for every one of your athletes."

"I really don't think that's necessary" the coach said. "Many of them have family doctors who handle those things."

"I think it is a very good idea to make sure all these kids are in good physical condition" the sheriff said. "I think there is no one better to do this than my friend. I will be happy to talk to the principal, if you like but I really insist on this happening for the good of all the children in this town."

"You feel free to talk to Mr. Whaley, sheriff," the coach said haughtily. "I will have a discussion with him as well and we'll see what his decision is."

"You do that, coach," the sheriff said. "You just do that."

They left, feeling certain there was something going on between Coach Thomas and Principal Whaley."I'll get it out of the coach's kid when I get him in the court house this afternoon. I guarantee that."

Will agreed to accompany the sheriff to the court house as there were still twenty licks on the deputy's ass to take care of. They laughed with glee as they discussed how humiliated the skinny man had been at having to expose his tiny cock and take the swats.

"That deputy better have my prisoner clean as a whistle when I get there" the sheriff said. "If he ain't, them swats ain't gonna be nothin'."

When they got to the courthouse, the deputy had finished showering the prisoner and was allowing him to brush his teeth. He had the prisoner dressed in the panties they had taken off Jenny the evening before.

"Them other panties was getting' kind of nasty so I'm washing them out" the deputy reported. "The prisoner is clean as can be inside and out and I'm ready to take my licks."

"You have a good attitude today, deputy," the sheriff said. "That's encouraging. You look very nice in your starched uniform too. It's a shame you're going to have to lose it for your punishment."

"Yes, sir, I understand sir," the deputy said as he began to disrobe, folding each article of his clothing neatly and placing it on the chair beside the desk. He stripped nude and climbed onto the desk on his hands and knees. His skinny buttcheeks were red and bruised from his beating the night before.

Randy went over and removed the prisoner from the cell.

"Have you learned to behave as well as my deputy has, boy?" Randy asked.

"Yes, sir," he said. "I really want to go back to school and I know the only way that happens is if I behave and obey anything you tell me to do."

"What a difference a day makes" William said, smiling at the boy. Randy uncuffed the boy and he rubbed his aching wrists. He began to flex and extend his aching arms.

"I'm going to leave you uncuffed for a while to see how well you behave" the sheriff said. "If you disappoint me, it'll be worse than ever, boy" he told him. "That's a promise."

"I understand, sir, and thank you, sir," the boy said quietly.

William walked over to the boy and stood very close. The boy didn't try to move away. He began to rub the boy's round, panty-clad butt. Jimmy made no move to resist or jerk away. Then William pulled his face to him and gave him a deep kiss with a lot of tongue. Again, the boy made no move to resist.

"I'd say we have some progress here, sheriff" Will said.

"Okay, I'll start, deputy" the sheriff said as he positioned himself to give the deputy his swats on the ass. He began and gave the man ten very hard, loud swats. The deputy took them without a word. Tears were pouring from his eyes but he was silent.

"Okay, Jimmy, it's your turn" Will said. "And if I don't think they're hard enough, you'll get double."

"I understand, sir" he said.

Jimmy proceeded to give the deputy ten very hard swats, each sounding loud and turning the deputy's ass even redder. There was one spot about to bleed when he finished but the deputy was silent.

"Very good, deputy," the sheriff said. "You may get dressed in your uniform and get to work" the sheriff said. "Prisoner, you may return to your cell."

The boy walked into the cell and took a seat on the cot as Arney dressed in his clean, pressed uniform.

The plumber and his helper arrived to install the shower in the back room of the court house and assured him they would do their best to finish the job by evening. Randy then contracted them to install a shower stall in the bathroom at his home as soon as they finished.

William sat down beside where the sheriff was sitting at his desk, looking over his mail.

"Sheriff, I think you have things well in hand around here" the man said. "I think I better go get a little work done at my office. I also have to stop by the house and see if the workmen are there digging the pool. My wife is totally worthless at anything and is probably already drunk. Would you like me to come back and help out with the coach's son this afternoon?"

"I think that'd be great" the sheriff said. I ain't quite decided how to play this for maximum pleasure. Did you see how Jimmy's little girlfriend was flirting with the coach's son?"

"I sure did" Will answered. "That ginger boy is one hot drink of water, like his daddy. I believe I could have some fun with that boy and maybe with his paw too."

"Think on it when you have time and we'll have a plan by the time he gets here."

After William left, the sheriff sent his deputy over the Weaver's store to purchase a curtain rod and some plain white curtains. Once he was gone, Randy went over and opened the boy's cell. The handsome boy was sitting quietly on his cot, still wearing only his girlfriend's tiny sheer panties.

The sheriff sat beside him on the cot and put his big hand on the boy's muscular, hairy thigh. Jimmy didn't pull away from the man's touch.

"Jimmy, I know you're wantin'to go back to school and see your friends and run track and do all the things you was used to doin'" the sheriff said quietly. "But I'm the sheriff in this town. You have disrespected me and disrespected the mayor of this town. You have to be punished. I don't take boys misbehavin' lightly. What you did could easily land you up in Statesville Prison for the next 20 or 25 years easy. I'd like to give you a break. But I can't do that unless I can trust you, boy. Do you understand that, boy?"

"Yes, sir," he said quietly.

"You have to earn my trust and every time you misbehave, that goes backwards. I want to be your friend and help you."

The sheriff started to stroke the boy's muscular, hairy leg from knee to thigh. Jimmy was repulsed by the thought of another man touching his body but he didn't move at all. The sheriff moved his hand up to the boy's smooth chest and began to stroke him, touching and feeling his brown nipples, which hardened when touched.

"Look there, boy, your nipples like being touched" the sheriff said.

Jimmy smiled up at the man weakly.

"Sheriff, my nuts are hurtin' so bad" the boy said. "I'm afraid they're going to start withering. Please, sir, I don't want to lose my nuts."

"I understand that, boy," he said. "No young buck wants to lose his nuts. I'll take that band off. It's loose enough that it don't get dangerous till it's been on 18 hours or so. Now if I get some of them elastrator bands like old Jubal uses on his bulls, them nuts'll wither in 6 or 8 hours. You're safe for now but I'll take that band off if you promise to behave."

"I promise, sheriff" the boy said. "I promise to behave."

The sheriff had the boy lie on his back on the cot, his arms raised over his head. He ran both his hands over the boy's smooth chest and into his bushy pits, inhaling the clean boy fragrance.

"My deputy did a good job bathing you, boy," the sheriff said. "You smell as purty as your little girlfriend did when you was trying to stick your dick in her" he chuckled.

Jimmy was silent. The sheriff again ran his hands all over the boy's upper body, feeling of the thick hair in his pits and lightly pinching his nipples. He ran his hands down the boy's fuzzy tummy into the thick bush sticking out over the tiny panties. He felt the boy's thick, soft meat and his big, hairy nuts. Against his will, Jimmy felt his meat start to harden. He tried to will it not to but he had no control.

"Ahh" the sheriff said, "looks like that beast of yours is getting excited. That's a nice piece of meat, son. I find it hard to believe it's been goin' to waste all this time. That seems like a damned shame to me."

The sheriff removed the panties from the boy, stroking each of his legs as he did so. Now the boy was totally naked, his big nuts banded with a rubber band and red and swollen looking. The sheriff took out his pocket knife and put the hand holding the knife right at the boy's nut sac. He moved to his knees at the bottom of the cot and told Jimmy to spread his legs. The boy did as instructed, exposing his perfect pink hole with its ring of light brown hair. He began to play with the boy's swollen, angry-looking nut sac.

"Better hope I ain't nervous, boy" he chuckled. "I came close to just goin' ahead and cuttin' them things off the other night. I hope you don't make me regret my decision not to do that. Now spread them legs, son."

The sheriff drew the flat edge of the knife over the boy's swollen sac. Jimmy gasped again but remained silent. The sheriff moved the blade higher, rubbing it against Jimmy's hard, uncut penis. He took the tip of his foreskin between his fingers and pulled it as far as it would stretch.

"You know I could cut this right off, boy" he said. "Then your cock would like your good buddy Mark's wouldn't it?"

The boy looked shocked. He was terrified to even move but he had no idea how the sheriff knew about one of his best buddy's dicks.

"How do you know about that" the boy asked. "Mark don't show his to nobody unless he just has to. His mama had him cut while his dad was out of town. He's really ashamed of his dick."

"I bet you like his dick, boy" the sheriff said. "I bet you like suckin' on that boy's cut meat, don't you?"

"No, sir, I don't know who told you that but it just ain't the truth" the boy said. "We beat our meat together a few times, but Mark don't like nobody but his best friends seeing his meat. He's real embarrassed. And, just so you know, I ain't never put another boy's dick in my mouth and I never will!"

"So you boys have been beating your meat together" the sheriff said. "That's kind of like the story Mark told me."

"Why have you been talkin' to Mark?" the boy asked.

"There's a lot that goes on over at Mark's house" the sheriff said. "I think you probably know about it and you might even be charged as an accessory for knowin' about all that and not tell a law enforcement officer."

"I ain't told cause I ain't been asked, sheriff," he said. "I swear that's the truth."

The sheriff continued to rub the flat edge of his shiny knife against the boy's foreskin.

"It'd be a damned shame to lose any part of that pretty meat, son," the sheriff said. "You better start talkin' right now and tell me everything you know."

"I don't know nothin'" the frightened boy said.

The sheriff barely touched the very sharp tip of his knife against the boy's foreskin. He cried out as a single tiny drop of blood appeared.

"Please don't sheriff," he begged. "I'll tell you everything I know."

The sheriff wiped the tiny drop of blood from the boy's penis with his finger, then put his finger in his mouth, drinking the blood. Sheriff Gaylor then took his blade and cut the rubber band from the boy's swollen nuts. Pain hit the boy as his circulation began to come back. He tried to grab his sac to rub but the sheriff knocked his hand away.

"If anybody's touchin' that cock it'll be me, boy." The boy groaned as the circulation returned to his sac. Randy lay beside him on the cot with one arm around the boy and the other gently massaging the boy's ball sac.

"Now you start talkin, boy and if what you say don't match up with what Mark and his paw and his sister have told me, you ain't likely to have them big ole nuts by sundown."

"You even know about Betty Jean? The boy asked. "Most ever bit of this is that little bitch's fault. When that girl first started getting' titties, she came into Mark's room one night and made him play with `em. She was only eleven or twelve and he was fourteen. He liked playing with her titties, sheriff and she wanted to do more. Mark was afraid they'd get caught but she threatened to tell her paw if he wouldn't do what she wanted. Then one night she wanted to suck his dick. He was real afraid he'd get in trouble but again she threatened to tell if he didn't do what she wanted. Well, Mark had been suckin' his daddy's dick since he was a young'un but his daddy never did it back to him. His daddy said it was okay for boys to suck but men shouldn't do it to boys. Turns out Betty Jean had spied on Mark sucking his dad's dick and she blackmailed both of them into doing whatever she wanted. Betty Jean likes to fuck but she only wants to fuck her paw and her brother. One time I was spendin' the night with Mark and he'd promised me I could fuck Betty Jean. But she wasn't having no part of it. She said she didn't fuck nobody but her paw, her brother, and Uncle Ben unless they gave her twenty dollars. I sure didn't have that kind of money so it was no deal. I was mad but me and Mark ended up beatin' our meat together. He wanted to suck me off but I wouldn't let him cause my paw says that's all homo stuff even if you're only getting' it done to you. I ain't never wanted none of that."

"Jimmy, you're going to get a whole lot more than that, boy" the sheriff said." You need to realize that I'm gonna put my meat in your purty boyhole real soon and you will learn to like it. Your only other choice is to have me take you on up to Statesville and be in prison with all them hot, sweaty, horny men. A pretty young thing like you would be fucked out in weeks. They'd tear that bubble butt of yours to pieces. You might as well make up your mind to enjoy it cause you got no choice, boy."

The boy started to cry quietly.

"What have I done?" he asked. "I didn't mean for none of this to happen. I was gonna be a track star and go to college and get married and have kids of my own. Now it's all gone."

"Dry them fuckin' tears, boy" the sheriff said. "I wanna get a look at the pretty little asshole of yours."

The boy lay on his back on the cot and Randy spread his legs. It wasn't comfortable at all so he took the boy out of the cell and had him lie on his back on the sheriff's big desk. He positioned the boy with his legs wide apart and flexed at the knee so his feet were flat on the desk. The sheriff got between the boys legs and started to rub his pink, hairy hole. Randy took one of his index fingers and touched the warm pink hole. The boy jerked away but immediately started apologizing.

"I'm sorry, sheriff" he said. "I didn't mean to jerk away. I won't do it again."

The boy was remembering when William had put his finger in him earlier and how good it felt when he massaged his hole. The man had hit something that created sensations the boy had never experienced before. It was humiliating to be totally naked and exposed and touched by men, but he remembered the strange, pleasurable feeling when the man eased his finger into him.

Randy was stroking the ring of fine hair around the boy's perfect pink hole. His finger could feel the heat from the boy's hole. He was just about to insert his finger into the boy when the door of the courthouse opened.

"Randy, I've got all the stuff you wanted from Weaver's store" the deputy said as he came in carrying several large bags.

The sheriff quickly pulled his hand away from the boy and adjusted the crotch of his pants.

"Jimmy, get back in your cell!" the sheriff barked as the boy went quickly back into his cell, still naked. His big cock was slightly tumescent from the thoughts he had been having about being fingered so he quickly slipped the sheer panties on. The deputy was pulling out curtain rods and white curtains as Randy had instructed him to buy as Randy pulled the suitcase he had packed at Jimmy's house from under the desk. He got a pair of gray athletic shorts with the high school logo on them. He quietly walked over to the cell where the boy was sitting silently.

"I think you've earned a little reward, boy" the sheriff said, handing the boy his athletic shorts.

Jimmy was nearly ecstatic. He held them in his hands, afraid this was some trick the sheriff was pulling on him.

"Go ahead boy, take off them panties and put them on" the sheriff said. "If you want to."

"Do I want to?" the boy asked. "Yes, sir. Thank you so much, sir. I really appreciate this so much.

Randy walked to the boy and put both his arms around the boy's waist. Jimmy reached up with both arms and put them around the tall sheriff's neck.

"Thank you for being so good to me" the boy said as Randy kissed him on the mouth. It was a long wet kiss as the boy sucked on the sheriff's thick, hot tongue.

After the kiss, both were embarrassed and looked away from the other.

"Now, Jimmy, you're gonna help the deputy hang these curtains in your cell" the sheriff said. "I think you've earned a little bit of privacy for now. But remember one thing, boy. You fuck up one single time and I'll rip these motherfuckers down and set them on fire. You hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "And thank you, sheriff."

Shortly, the door opened and it was Tara Bedford, carrying a basket and greeting everyone in her phony, cheerful voice.

"Flea was finishing some tarts and didn't think she should leave them so she asked me to bring lunch down to all you menfolks" she said as she set the large basket on Randy's desk.

"We'd sooner have gone to the diner than inconvenience you, Mrs. Bedford," the sheriff said sarcastically.

"It was my pleasure to bring lunch to the sheriff and his deputy."

She looked over at the cell and saw the muscled teen boy working only in his athletic shorts.

"Oh my, sheriff," she said. "I realize you and your son run around naked at home but I had no idea you were allowing it at our jail house too."

"The boy ain't nearly as naked as he was a few short minutes ago" he said shortly. "And if you raised three boys in your house and ain't ever seen a pecker, I ain't sure that speaks too well of the boys you raised."

He laughed out loud at his own cleverness.

"Mr. Bedford and I raised our precious sons to know when it is appropriate to be fully dressed" she sniffed. "I wonder if the mayor knows people are here in the Gayberry Court House running about half naked?"

"Why don't you go tell him, you nosy old bitch?" the sheriff said.

"I think I will" she said. "His wife is at Flea's helping us with baking for the celebration right now" she said. "I hardly think she would approve. No person of quality could possibly approve of this behavior."

She left in a huff without saying goodbye to anyone.

"I hope that nosy old bitch does head over to the mayor's office to complain" the sheriff said. "She'll get thrown out on her ear."

Randy invited Jimmy and Arney to take a break and join him for lunch. Aunt Flea had fixed enough fried chicken and sides for six or seven people.

"Come sit by me, Jimmy," the sheriff said. "I got to say my deputy did a fine job bathing you this morning, boy. You smell as sweet as a bouquet of gardenias.

The sheriff stroked the boy's thigh as he sat down beside him. It was clear the deputy was not comfortable with the boy's near nudity or with the sheriff touching and stroking the boy, but the sheriff had been so moody lately, Arney didn't want to say or do anything that might upset him.

"Wasn't that lady the one who plays the organ at our church" Jimmy asked.

"Well, son," the sheriff said "that there ain't no lady at all. But the old gossipin' bitch does play the organ at our church."

"I thought that was her" Jimmy said. "My paw shore don't like her. He ran her out of our house one day."

"Why is that, boy?" the sheriff asked.

"I don't rightly know" the boy said. "I just remember one day when I was in about the sixth grade, I'd gone to my paw's shop after school. I think he was giving me a haircut but when we headed home my maw wasn't nowhere to be found. We went in the house. She always comes runnin' to the door to meet him but that day she didn't. Paw called out for her several times. Then he went upstairs while I went to look in the dining room and the kitchen. Next thing I knew, he was dragging that woman down our stairs. He had her by the ear yellin' at her to get out of our house and never come back. My mama was begging him not to kill her but he was about as mad as I've ever seen him. I remember my maw only had on her slip when she came down beggin' my paw to leave her alone. I asked both of `em what had happened but they told me to hush up that we'd never talk about it again. And we ain't. I got sent to my room without supper that night,"

At that point in the story, the plumber and his young helper came out of the back, saying they were headed out to get some lunch at the diner. The sheriff invited them to join in eating the food Aunt Flea had sent as there was more than enough. The men accepted and pulled up chairs to Randy's large desk. The plumber, Mr. Lee was about 40. He had a little bit of extra weight on him and his assistant was a lad who had just graduated from high school the previous spring and was being taught the trade. His name was Kurt and both men were pleasant. Randy knew the plumber who had been married for seven years and had produced seven children. The gossip was that he likes to fuck his wife so much, he'd fuck her right up till time for his wife to have the baby and they'd start fucking again as soon as she was home from the hospital.

"Pull them chairs on up here, fellas," the sheriff said. "Jimmy's tellin' us about the day him and his paw went home and couldn't find the boy's mama nowhere in the house. His paw finally found her upstairs in the bedroom with Tara Bedford, the organist at our church who is the best known vagina muncher in all of Mayberry."

"I don't think my momma would have let her do that" Jimmy said.

"Boy, it seem pretty apparent to me what was going on" the sheriff said.

"Ain't no reflection on you, boy," the plumber said. "Ain't a woman on earth don't love havin' a tongue on her pussy. Most of em would never admit it and a lot of em won't let a man or a woman get close enough for a lick, but once a tongue hits that hair pie, a woman can't resist."

"You'd certainly be the one to know" the deputy said as they all enjoyed a hearty laugh.

"Is it true you've been married seven years and got seven kids?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," the plumber said. "Got my eighth on the way any day now. We'll be married eight years in a few weeks."

"That's quite an accomplishment" the sheriff said.

"I'm one of the lucky ones that found a wife who loves to fuck" he said. "She loves to suck my dick too. Have to fight her off it sometimes."

"That's pretty amazing" the sheriff said.

"Yeah, she loves it. Except she had some crampin' about a month ago and the old doc told her no fuckin' till after the baby comes. I ain't had pussy in 42 days. It's killin' me my dick's so hard. Stays hard all the time. I tried to get young Kurt to let me bone him or at least suck me off. He ain't agreed to do it yet but I'm still workin' on the boy. I been wantin' to tap that ass since the first day I saw it but he ain't let me yet. He's a sweet boy and he's kinda shy about this sex stuff."

"Mr. Lee, if you ain't fucked in all them days, you must be goin' crazy" the sheriff said.

"My dick's hard all the time. She ain't even able to suck me off cause she's nauseous all the time. It ain't fun."

Mr. Lee was rubbing his crotch, attempting to reposition his cock in his pants. Randy was feeling very horny himself after his examination of young Jimmy had been interrupted. He observed that the talk was affecting young Jimmy, who began to rub his crotch until the sheriff shot him a nasty look. The boy's hands went immediately to his sides.

"I think I might know somebody who could help you out" the sheriff said.

Jimmy heard the words and was terrified. He just knew the sheriff was going to order him to suck the plumber's dick. The next words from the sheriff shocked him.

"My deputy knows his way around a dick" Randy said. "I'm sure he'll suck that load out of them nuts since you men are doing such a great job for us. And if you like the way he sucks, I'll make sure his mouth is available any time you want it till your wife's cunt is available again."

Deputy Arney was horrified but he knew any resistance was pointless. Randy started putting the food back in the baskets as Jimmy helped him clear the desk. He was feeling so grateful to the sheriff for sparing him, he would have done anything at that moment.

"Just get out of them clothes and climb up here on the desk" Randy said. "Men doin' good hard work deserve not to have to be dealin' with hard dicks."

Mr. Lee was down to his white briefs now, his legs, very thick and hairy. There was a substantial bulge in the front of his underwear, indicating the virile man was hard and ready to go. He had very dark black hair on his chest and on his belly as he stripped off his clothes, the deputy was looking more and more angry at what he was being forced to do.

"Just lay back there, Mr. Lee" the sheriff said. "My deputy will get them drawers off of you. I'm gonna have young Jimmy here help your young assistant get shed of his clothes too."

The young assistant, Kurt was a cute blonde boy, fresh out of high school. He was a very cute kid who didn't seem shy about taking his clothes off in front of other men till he got down to his underwear. Then he looked around at men who were still dressed.

"Don't be shy, son" Randy said. "Jimmy will take his shorts off if it'll make you more comfortable. Deputy, get Mr. Lee's underwear off while Jimmy helps young Kurt get his off."

Jimmy had removed his shorts and was now naked, his thick cock rising fast. The deputy took the underwear off Mr. Lee and got down between the man's hairy legs. The plumber had a nice uncut piece, not overly long but nice and thick with lots of dark hair above it and a set of nice hairy balls below.

"Give them nuts a lick before you start on that dick, deputy. If you don't mind" the plumber said.

The young assistant had not undressed and was looking very uncomfortable.

"Son, don't you wanna get them clothes off and get some action on that cock of yours?" the sheriff asked.

"Well, sheriff, I'm sure I'd enjoy that but I just remembered I'm supposed to run an errand for my paw during my lunch break so I better run and do that so I don't get in trouble."

That said, the young, handsome boy was out of the building in a flash.

"I believe the boy's a virgin" Mr. Lee said. "He always turns real red when any sex talk gets cranked up. His uncle's one of them evangelical preachers and I think the boy feels real guilty about any kind of sex talk. He's sure a looker and I'd love to get my hands on that pretty little butt of his."

"I guess it's your lucky day, Mr. Lee" the sheriff chuckled. "Since that boy didn't want to play, I guess you'll get the benefit of two mouths and four hands. Get on in there, Jimmy and start lickin' this man's hairy mantits."

Arney now had both the plumber's nuts in his mouth and the plumber was enjoying the attention. His exposed red cockhead was dripping with pre-cum. Jimmy had joined the action now and was slathering the man's strong, hairy chest, his hard brown nipples and his hairy pits with his own juices.

"Don't waste that man's pre-cum, deputy" the sheriff said, reaching to get some on his finger. He fed the plumber's pre-cum to Jimmy and he took it, sucking the sheriff's finger into his mouth.

The plumber was squirming around as he put his knees across the deputy's shoulders.

"Looks like our plumber man wants that ass eaten" the sheriff said. "Get started, deputy."

Arney began to lick the man's meaty, hairy hole as Mr. Lee started to moan.

"My bitch won't even do that" the man said. "Eat that hole, deputy."

Randy started to stroke Jimmy's legs as he serviced the plumber, rubbing from his ankle to his thigh but not going any higher. He heard pleasurable moans from the handsome teen as he rubbed. Randy managed to get Jimmy totally naked now and the boy was responding to his touch as he spread the boy's buttcheeks revealing a perfect pink starfish surrounded by blondish brown soft hairs.

"Look at that pretty pink hole on the boy" Randy said. "That looks really tasty if I was into that kind of thing. Yessiree, if I was a homo, I'd have my tongue on that thing. But I guess it won't do no harm if I just touch it."

Randy spit on his index finger and touched the boy's perfect little boyhole, rubbing his slick finger on the warm slit. Jimmy wiggled as he felt the pleasurable sensations on his hot hole.

Randy looked over to see the plumber's strong, hairy arms holding the deputy's head tight to his hole. He was moaning as the deputy gave his hole a lapping like it had never before gotten. All of this action had the sheriff's cock rock hard. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, leaving him in his full white cotton boxer shorts. His hard dick was standing straight out through the hole in his shorts. The sheriff stuck his index finger in his own mouth, wetting it. Then he started to feel the pink hole of his young prisoner, Jimmy. The boy moaned loudly as he felt the sheriff's finger enter him. Randy put his entire finger into the boy, feeling it graze his private spot as it entered. He brought the finger back so that the tip was right on the little knot inside the boy and started to rub it.

Jimmy's cock was rock hard and he reached down to stroke it, but one look from the sheriff and he was able to resist the temptation. His hardon was dripping pre-cum as he felt Randy withdraw his finger from the hole, spit on it and re-insert it into him.

"Suck that dick, deputy! The sheriff said as he continued to finger the slick hard hole of his handsome teen prisoner.

Randy helped the boy to his knees without withdrawing his finger from the boy's ass and guided Jimmy onto his back, his knees flexed and his hole exposed. His hard cock was twitching, jerking, and leaking plenty of pre-cum. The sheriff put his finger back into the boy and began to massage his sweet spot. Jimmy was wildly thrusting his hips, trying to find something to rub his hard meat against and trying to shoot his teen boy load.

Randy was feeling a very strong urge to suck the boy's dick and taste his nectar but he knew he couldn't allow the others to see their sheriff do that kind of thing. When he was sure the others weren't looking, he put his hand on Jimmy's thick meat, oozing pre-cum, and began to slide the foreskin back and forth over the bit, swollen cockhead.

"Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuck!, man, I'm shootin' my fucking load!" the boy said quietly as the sheriff put his hand over the boy's mouth so the others wouldn't hear him. Then Jimmy was just about to shoot and Randy took his hand away from the cock, ruining the boy's imminent climax.

"You hush up and don't say a word about what just happened if you want to keep them nuts, boy" the sheriff whispered in Jimmy's ear. "And don't you touch that big fat, leaky cock of yours until I tell you too. If you do, I promise you'll regret it."

Beside them, Arney was trying to handle the fuck machine that was the plumber. The man was pistoning his thick cock in and out of the man's mouth. Arney was gagging on the dick, his eyes watering. He was afraid he might vomit at any moment.

"Move aside, deputy" the sheriff said. "We'll get this stud off."

The sheriff guided the man onto his back. He spread the man's thick, hairy legs, the man yielding as the sheriff guided. Randy stuck a finger into the man's mouth and the man sucked it, getting it wet. Randy then spread the man's legs and bent them back, resting them on his own shoulders. He then took an index finger and jammed it into the man's hairy hole, eliciting a yell as though the man had been stabbed. Before he could struggle, Randy guided Jimmy down on the man's cock, taking him all the way in his throat. The man momentarily struggled, trying to get away from the sheriff's finger in his hole, but, as Randy set up a motion, he began to relax. Then he started to moan as the sheriff found his sweet spot and massaged it. The man was really moaning now as the sheriff added a second finger. The man was humping, loving having something in his hole for the first time.

"Fuck that ass, sheriff," the plumber said. "That feels like nothin' I ever felt before. Suck that big daddy dick, boy," he said to Jimmy as the teen slurped on the man's hard dick.

Oh yeah, fuck yeah," he said hoarsely. "I feel it comin' I feel it comin""

The plumber had a death grip on Jimmy's head as if he were afraid the boy might take his mouth off the dick and he had Randy's wrist, urging him to pump the fingers in and out of him harder and faster. Randy slipped a third finger into the man and that did it.

"Fucking yooooow!" he yelled as he held the boy's head on his cock and held the sheriff's hand still, his fingers still touching his prostate gland. His breathing had been so rapid, Randy had feared the man might have a heart attack. It now began to slow as he released his grip on Jimmy's head and Randy's wrist. The sheriff gently slid his fingers out of the man's hole and Jimmy lay quietly beside the man.

No one spoke for several minutes.

Yow!" Mr. Lee finally said, rising from the desk. "I don't remember ever comin' so hard in my life. I don't know what you were doin' in my hole but I sure wish my wife would learn to do it. I've never shot so hard. Ever."

"Thank you very much, sheriff and thank you, Jimmy," the young boy said. "That was pretty exciting."

"You got a hot mouth on you, boy" Mr. Lee said to Jimmy. "I wouldn't mind some of that on a regular basis. And whatever you was doin' to my hole, sheriff, that was amazin'. Just fuckin' amazin'!"

Mr. Lee and the sheriff got their clothes back on and very shortly young Kurt returned. The plumbers went back to work in the back. Mr. Lee was whistling as he went back to work. The deputy sat at his desk silent and looking angry.

"Can I put my shorts back on, sheriff?" Jimmy asked.

"Sure you can, boy," the sheriff said. "Suckin' that dick wasn't too bad was it?"

"No, sir," he said quietly as he put his shorts on and went back to work in his cell, hanging the curtains.

"Get off your lazy ass, deputy, and help that boy get them curtains hung" the sheriff barked. "He's earned a little bit of privacy. And you need to learn to suck cock better. That was embarrassing the way you were gagging and sputtering on that dick."

The deputy said nothing but went back to helping Jimmy hang the curtains in the cell. Randy was filling out some forms to send to the state house when Nellie came breezing in.

"How's our handsome sheriff today?" she asked breezily.